on that snowy street in a cold winter, you and i laughed like kids while you forgot being a scholar however as traffic increased when came out the blue sky you pointed that it's not markovian, but self-similar (as in fractals) as we were coming back from a movie i laid my lips to yours and murmured: 'what are shuffling and sieving? are they in books of Knuth?' you turned away and whispered to my ear teasingly: 'you only wanted to make an easy living why bother to find the truth?' 8 years later, alone (交不起学费， 在读 online 硕士) tired in water i wanted to come ashore two roads in front: true and false i hesitated for long then both blocked and no other anymore i kept myself afloat until drowned in the sea ... my score yes i got a C, but so what? now a life's call: life is a gamble give it all rise or fall give it all stride, shamble or crawl give it all steady or tremble give it all